This one is for the theme Bats
I don't own them... but I would so fight someone for them
A Little Batty
They were his biggest fear, his biggest fear but with wings. Sam knew that his brother hated rats, so he then figured that bats would be much worse. He waited in the dark of the bathroom for his brother to come in. It would serve him right, after the shampoo incident.
At least his hair was growing back, finally.
The small bat Sam bought looked realistic enough. It would serve Sam's purposes. He thought about finding a real bat, but decided he didn't want to risk killing the poor defenseless animal just to get back at his brother. That was something only Dean would be cruel enough to do.
He heard Dean and their dad come home, from the sounds of things the hunt had gone okay. Sam was glad about that at least, it might make him feel bad if he were to plan all this after a hunt gone bad. It sounded like neither Dean nor his dad was hurt which was a good thing.
"Where's your brother at?" Sam could hear John's voice loud and clear through the partially closed bathroom door.
"How should I know, I've been with you remember?" It sounded like Dean was headed towards the bathroom, probably to take a shower.
The bathroom door flew open, hitting the wall by Sam hard and bouncing back. It was a good thing Sam was only twelve and could still fit behind doors. Apparently Dean was suspecting something, but Sam knew to be patient. His brother might be the most paranoid person Sam has ever known, but he knew that Dean's obsessive need for showers would outweigh any possibility of a prank attack.
At one point, Sam had entertained putting Nair in Dean's shampoo, but his brother would never let him live it down that Sam needed to resort to copying Dean's own work. Besides, Dean kept his shampoo hidden, buying it special and burying it places where neither John nor Sam could ever find.
The door pushed open again, less violently this time, followed by Dean's form strolling in. Sam knew his time to attack was know, before Dean turned the light on. Flinging the bat at his brother's face Sam made a few high pitched squeaking noises. Dean batted at the bat, falling backwards out of the dark room before getting a real look at the bat that had chased him out.
"Man, that was so lame." He glared at Sam's laughing face.
"Yeah, but you should have seen the look on your face. You deserve it anyway." Lifting his baseball cap off his head to show his baldness to Dean.